NY14 SP

What is a New year but a thought; made into being with tiny cogs of time turning and sifting and combining moment into the next until a second is formed, a minute, then an hour, then the concept of a day, a week, a month, a season and ultimately the cog stops for a brief fragment of a second between the previous year and the next.

Engine that turns the cogs siphoned with the Victorian Age and fine tuned ladies and gentlemen dressed partly of science and mechanics with the scent of persuasion and dapper. Wheels that bind the carols, pieces of smaller things that make a larger whole.

"The SP, the mechanism of a steam age. Why just the letters? I am a great fiend of the old typewriter and it struck me one day to deduce the keys would be the name of this and future perfume oils that I would want to wear.

Created by Jacek and myself (Seth), this is our way of waking the new year with the scent of Kashmir, Black Plum, Crimson Wine, Black Musk, a drop of Black Mint, Black Sandalwood and Black Vanilla. Happy New Years Evil made SP.

A little about me. My name is Seth Kincaid, I am the other half of VApothecary and while I do more of the mathematical elements of perfume, I too am a perfumist. I studied in France for a year before the chemistry of such studies bored me and began to suppress the artist in me. Sure, I could have worked another two years at the compounds and fixtures of science but scent to me cannot be so controlled that it loses the natural sense of smell. Sometimes it should just be what it is and a dash of imagination.

I grew up in Eastern Europe and as a boy I always had a fondness to the exotic flowers my Mother would pick on the hill outside our family home. She would sit and discuss the flowers with me from her many books and we would enjoy the intricacies of the veins, the colours and the scents they sometimes exuded. She told me once, "Seth, not all flowers have scent, at least not all that we can smell," and I interrupted her with a 'why', "because we all have our purpose as does a flower and those that drink from its nectar," and I remember exclaiming, "Like butterflies and bees!"

"Yes, like butterflies, bees, birds and many tiny insects. Everything in its own way is a mechanism for something else."

This is where my interpretation of steampunk became a part of my being. I would see cogs in everything and much like Emerson sees shapes in everything that create art for him, I see things that shape other things in their simplistic being in order to make itself something even bigger in the world.

This is the NY14 mechanic for both male and female, when applied on the skin, may the perfume resonate a beautiful period from our past, a part of our present and become part of our perfumes we reach for in the future.

This will become deeper with age and resonate in both hot and cold climate.